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Why are you using my diggers? I need them to finish my labyrinth...

Ah, well...

*in the background: Diglet Dig Diglet Di-Trio Trio Diglet Trio*

Also, try imagining Mary Poppins music as that sort of haunting child nursery rhyme tune... Chim Chimmeny

@ Lawman ;
Cuz they're funnn O:

xD

And wow o-e; haha.
Maybe you should try making up some creepy pastas sometime. XD

And...I didn't realize that the organist name was Lawton...

Oh wow, seriously. XD
That's kinda... awesome/spooky?
XD

Well...I have a tale to write up for everyone... XD

Alrighty. XD
-scoots up in a chair with snacks - owo

*As in I need to take a few hours to write it up ;-;

o-o
-zips off and brings back loots of snacks-
take your time. :'D

*Is stuck at 150 words* NOOOOOOooooo!!!!

Aw :c dont force it, let it come to you, lawman o-o;

Okay, I have ~350 words here. I am not sure if I'll get any more here, but I guess page 1. No horror/adventure yet ;_;

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*snags a handful of Vivi's snacks and lurks, waiting for le story*

Do you want me to show you what I have so far, and install the rest later as I write it?

(I have only done this once before, and that was retelling a folk tale...so I am at a loss at hout to present the first section...)

*nods* That'd be awesome.

Hey, do you want me to fill in for Faux while she's gone? For the Cafe?? o.o We haven't had anyone to specifically serve tasties while she's been gone. :/

Certainly, Kilala! :3

Okay, I will try to give about 5 segments, the first 2 are done, so...we begin:

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On a fair day on the Danube, the morning beauty lit over the trees, and tinkled down the rooftops into the open rooms. Cockerels crowed from the dirt paths of our inner village, and the fair boatmen would knock heavily on our door, eager for last minute purchases before they would hazard the trip downriver to Vienna.

As I opened mine eyes today, I would find my wife already dressed, her brown locks already fixed, and a nice but work-worthy dress about her. I would prepare the store while she sent our lovely childe off to work the stone out back – good meal didn’t fix itself.

Looking out of our quaint, two-story store and home, I already saw the first of the boatmen - ol’ Josef – coming by. Like a lumbering fool – my wife always called me that – I headed down to open shop, thankful that I had straightened the shop last night. From tack to grog, the general had all these men needed to carry supplies back and forth. Some candied foods were available for a…wealthier client. Meal and bait was stored in barrels, good to take to the bakery or catch a fish.